Sam waited for the length of a single breath, giving him time to resist. Not that Ryan could.Sam’s mouth was firm and demanding on Ryan’s. His stubble scraped against Ryan’s chin, a sharp contrast to the smoothness of his lips. The normally quiet, laid back Sam pressed Ryan into the corner made by the seat and the door, suddenly powerful and in control. One hand slid into Ryan’s hair to grip the back of his skull, the other pressed between Ryan’s shoulder blades, holding him still under Sam’s talented mouth.Ryan had kissed his fair share of people, women and men, but he’d never been kissed like this. Sam took control of his mouth as if staking his claim, lips moving over Ryan’s like he owned them. He could do nothing but open up to the other man with a tortured groan.When Sam’s tongue slid against his, redolent with the tang of ketchup and the slight bitterness of the beer they’d drunk, Ryan shuddered. Sam coaxed him to meet each velvet glide, sucking Ryan’s tongue into his mouth before releasing it to nip hard at Ryan’s lower lip.“Christ,”
